Let me depart, since ye are happy here.
PUELLÆ
Dost thou believe that this shall ever be,
That in our land no face thou e'er shalt see,
No voice thou e'er shalt hear to gladden thee?
Abide! abide! for we are happy here.
AMANS
No longer do I know of good or bad,
I have forgotten that I once was glad;
I do but chase a dream that I have had.